Perched upon a rusted fence sat a flower in her glory,
Tangled within a garden ripe with Spring's bloom.
Man caressed her soft petal--enticing each morning bloom.
His hard hand became her gentle lover.
Each morn he waited for his lover to open her gate.
As Spring fled along with it went the glory's heart,
Swept away by a dry breeze.
Each morning she wept for her lost love,
Streams pouring from her now frail petals.
Despair clouded her vision until she found she could no longer spread her petals.
Cursed to bloom each day, lasting only until Noon.
Arriving at midday, the lover returned.
Met with silence, he sat atop the garden fence, and wept.
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Clinging to Unreachable Stars
RomanceA memoir that centers on the idea of not only living through the seasons of love and life but the self-growth and exploration that comes with change. The book tells the tales of love, heartbreak, despondency and maturation over the course of 5 years...
